052 - If I were to become tiger food (It would've been more noble)

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki is in the Astral kitchen, doing... well, it's not entirely clear WHAT she's doing. There are pots bubbling over on the stove, produce everywhere, piles of dishes in the sink and the oven is starting to smoke out of both sides as though attempting to cry.]

[Misaki squeaks and opens the door, releasing a black avalanche of smoke. She starts coughing, squints through the black fog, and her eyes go wide.]

[Very gingerly, she shuts the oven door, switches it off, and leans her back against it.]

...oops.

[And she proceeds to have a gigglefit.]

Comments

[didorothy]

I'm going to have to arrest you for attempted murder.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It was dead when it went in, officer, I swear. [She's still giggling.]

[contract_star]

[Trying not to lol.] Well, this is a familiar sight.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

At least it's not our kitchen this time.

[didorothy]

I meant whoever you intended on feeding this poison to.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No one, now. I doubt even Haruki would try it. [She takes one last peek inside the oven and wince.] Actually I think I did kill it. Again.

[didorothy]

I'll have to take you in, then.

[contract_star]

I seem to recall calling the fire department on a few occasions.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She rubs a smutch of something dark and goopy over her forehead without realizing it.] Oh god, Sam, you have got to help me.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I knew people! It was fine!

[didorothy]

I don't do defense, but we do have a few good lawyers.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She fishes a dishrag from the mess on the counter and throws it at him.] You know what I mean!

[ghostlighter]

[Hay Misaki. Want a future!Chris?]

... You've never heard "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen" before, have you?

[didorothy]

I don't know if you can be taught. What were you trying to make, exactly?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

If you can't take a little heat nothing would ever get done. [A look at the stovetop.] Or overdone, as the case may be.

[contract_star]

Thank goodness, or the place probably would have burned down.

1/?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Well. It--

[She opens the oven, almost reaches in, then stops herself and gets potholders.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It was supposed to... [Misaki draws the smoking pile of ash and... pineapple? out of the bowels of the poor kitchen appliance.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Be... [She stares at it. Bites her lip.]

Done

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

P...potroast! [She snorts and starts laughing again.]

[ghostlighter]

Yeah... Though maybe a microwave dinner would be a better idea for now.

Re: Done

[didorothy]

[Sam can't help it; he laughs too]

Have have you been single all these years and never learned to cook?

[it is perhaps insensitive, but not in the slightest an insult from Mr Bachelorette here]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I've tried! Oh god, I've tried. [She sets the... notroast down before she drops it and strips off the oven mitts, wiping at her eyes.] Don't ask my dad how many calls he's gotten from his friends at dispatch about fire trucks at my flat, that rant takes hours.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And she wraps her arms about him and kisses him. Because hell, why not?]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh, Chris. Where's your sense of... disaster? [And that sets off another gigglefit.]